"Victor," Marcus said softly, "there's something you never understood about grandfather's lessons.""Oh? Enlighten me.""He wasn't teaching us to be rulers. He was teaching us to be servants." Marcus smiled, and there was something in that expression that made Victor step back involuntarily. "True power isn't about standing above others. It's about lifting them up.""Philosophical nonsense!" Victor snarled. "Guards, kill him!"But Marcus was already moving. Not toward Victor, not toward the exits, but toward the wall of monitors showing the false hostages. The System flooded him with combat awareness as bullets chewed through the air where he'd been standing. He rolled behind a marble pillar, then vaulted over it, using his enhanced strength to hurl chunks of debris at the gunmen."You can't fight us all!" Victor screamed. "The dead man's switch—""Won't work," Marcus called back, disarming two guards with movements too fast for human eyes to follow. "Elena disabled it twenty minute